Millou's

Yesterday I went to Instituto Superior Técnico, which may be my college in the next year. The reception (where I wanted to go) was already closed but, once I got completely lost, I took a look around. It's old, that's obvious, but it is much bigger than I thought. I found some students in the gardens testing a robot (probably made by them) and I thought it was so awesome!

People are focused on their own things, that's the idea I have. They talk to each other and their social life isn't dead, but it's different. They look busier than kids in high school, which is normal. I saw some of the time-tables of Biological Engineering classes in their first year of college and I'm scared. Really. They have classes from 8AM to 6PM. Ten hours. That means my life won't be much more than sleeping, studying and eating, at least in the beginning. I know I will be a true zombie after the first week. After the first tree days. That's my prediction. And then, some weeks later, I'll get used to it.

That's the terrible part of college. There is also the wonderful part - you're doing what you love, surrounded by people who also love it and who are as seriously into it as you. It has to be an amazing feeling. It will be a shock, I'm sure, but I know I'll like it.